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Mudança é sempre muito bem vinda. É claro que eu falo das mudanças boas e é desse tipo de mudança que vai acontecer aqui no It's The Climb õ/ Por isso tudo aqui vai tá fora do lugar por alguns dias. E já posso adiantar que vem novidades por ai...</div>
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Até (:Fernanda Nascimentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502044760381178047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886317663830803031.post-86908988138864727152012-11-21T22:26:00.003-02:002012-11-21T22:29:22.487-02:00Hope<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="text-align: center;">Um pouco de esperança é eficaz. Muita, é perigoso.</span></div>
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(:Fernanda Nascimentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502044760381178047noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886317663830803031.post-50866996621352674912012-08-11T22:40:00.001-03:002012-08-11T22:48:38.936-03:00Querido Diário<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC2XUEgVHXqk_OfqxKnrUwRpzNVdobxQiKl-I_ILpXDIE2M_B3ieZuJDnzVMCZvkMVu80zVCwoBE1lwUYBXamzYnE9ROwOruyPTGHZbTMuR3r8p5eLTPLDXWJSeSwNKCJhm3MfFmp4R3O2/s1600/PQAAAFBb5Ww0_L5FeDLBnBvwVxi5i98E5kXWp8Xu1rMUWfIcTR_DB-DG-3pi42M2UycriWJhSwX63t2LwzfpNWOQxJcAm1T1UBPTuh5oDz4K2qQDQC_vBYUH1tB5.jpg" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC2XUEgVHXqk_OfqxKnrUwRpzNVdobxQiKl-I_ILpXDIE2M_B3ieZuJDnzVMCZvkMVu80zVCwoBE1lwUYBXamzYnE9ROwOruyPTGHZbTMuR3r8p5eLTPLDXWJSeSwNKCJhm3MfFmp4R3O2/s320/PQAAAFBb5Ww0_L5FeDLBnBvwVxi5i98E5kXWp8Xu1rMUWfIcTR_DB-DG-3pi42M2UycriWJhSwX63t2LwzfpNWOQxJcAm1T1UBPTuh5oDz4K2qQDQC_vBYUH1tB5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5775596884715805586" /></a><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">"Estou tão confusa, perdida e sozinha. Não há ninguém que eu possa procurar, ninguém com quem conversar. Ninguém que possa entender.</span></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; ">O que eu vou fazer?" </div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: right; "><i>Diário do Vampiro - O Confronto, 175 </i></div>Fernanda Nascimentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502044760381178047noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886317663830803031.post-10256535907359651322012-08-04T20:35:00.003-03:002012-08-04T20:47:29.375-03:00Isso apenas mostra...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnk2fafXKPkHl-UllCDN0bJvLYOgnj2FJE9LyL5V95ac9J_NJJHm_u8T6jumKsIHaEGoOrinlDlVivqCqmJ6z-nMoQ8EwtbQ8H6MJd89XaqaF0Djgo9hR33ourRaFrcqoXbSa57QWDfp0e/s1600/tumblr_lkm5vkzAph1qf7enho1_400_large.jpg" style="font-style: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnk2fafXKPkHl-UllCDN0bJvLYOgnj2FJE9LyL5V95ac9J_NJJHm_u8T6jumKsIHaEGoOrinlDlVivqCqmJ6z-nMoQ8EwtbQ8H6MJd89XaqaF0Djgo9hR33ourRaFrcqoXbSa57QWDfp0e/s320/tumblr_lkm5vkzAph1qf7enho1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5772968139221955714" /></a><div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "><span style=" ;font-size:100%;">"... que você não deve baixar a guarda. Apenas mostra que você não deve confiar em ninguém. Quantas vezes você vai precisar se machucar até aprender?"</span></div><div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "><span style=" ;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right; "><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>A Chave para Rondo, 111</i></span></div>Fernanda Nascimentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502044760381178047noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886317663830803031.post-17955699068048937212012-07-28T22:07:00.001-03:002012-07-28T22:15:42.921-03:00Eu amo...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizJREf39ldC76pf-GgxoaCARaxYWZsBExWVQqMoIZ3vEV2WEHPrW3kkTsNXoNVUM30rFIH-7qiiUUs6RRGc8F7OEx_NbPdrngs0fLHDh3OfjyOlqhKkxs4yZ3pbwFRXQ2S2Ct0AEyYX-w_/s1600/tumblr_lmwa27jdy61qknrndo1_500.jpg" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizJREf39ldC76pf-GgxoaCARaxYWZsBExWVQqMoIZ3vEV2WEHPrW3kkTsNXoNVUM30rFIH-7qiiUUs6RRGc8F7OEx_NbPdrngs0fLHDh3OfjyOlqhKkxs4yZ3pbwFRXQ2S2Ct0AEyYX-w_/s320/tumblr_lmwa27jdy61qknrndo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5770393207832739826" /></a><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">"... as pessoas que me fazem rir. Eu honestamente acho que é a coisa que eu mais gosto, a rir. Ele cura uma infinidade de males. É provavelmente a coisa mais importante em uma pessoa." </span></div><div><br /><div><div style="text-align: right; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "><i>Audrey Hepburn</i></span></div></div></div>Fernanda Nascimentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502044760381178047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886317663830803031.post-84418253789332898992012-07-28T21:39:00.003-03:002012-07-28T21:54:17.047-03:00Stefan Salvatore<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj8BZ5MZIvKMQ3dKgmoYq4Cee2qmifq7HCeHQmvpITXwGccD1CTpoKASddCVKZRUFlpLF3SSoXSVc8oCH_cRP4h0gH6HoYdEcCgaFRn8PXIX3m-Xpkz51I1NTTi8-KVy2NmrOjnhrUrkDP/s1600/tumblr_lw8z3lcfeq1qcrjrzalimitton_large.jpg" style="font-style: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj8BZ5MZIvKMQ3dKgmoYq4Cee2qmifq7HCeHQmvpITXwGccD1CTpoKASddCVKZRUFlpLF3SSoXSVc8oCH_cRP4h0gH6HoYdEcCgaFRn8PXIX3m-Xpkz51I1NTTi8-KVy2NmrOjnhrUrkDP/s320/tumblr_lw8z3lcfeq1qcrjrzalimitton_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5770388177891496754" /></a><div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; ">"Se eu não escrever eu me esqueço. E é importante ter lembranças."</div>Fernanda Nascimentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502044760381178047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886317663830803031.post-79586116577916609352012-07-28T21:31:00.003-03:002012-07-28T21:37:53.070-03:00Eu acredito em...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFi-sxtsBuzllni4WgPrCGeNxJlfIkxk_-9Ay2CXar3G6N_l_Lmbw_jqnq-jBjT265LMM9Bvz7eHx7FRmO7FmcQ9bNP_IVBUfoeJbdudTM2oYf3Fn70SmYTE0pUq_-cye8o013trFUq4rN/s1600/QwAAANRlf6MMq5AAvIWIqEJyzTHW4osCn4gKr70LnW1WKaFdYhaDVZCPCpkAAU0fQZcNrz69CUnFi9PGhL4who3AERAlI-19NMuW8F53WkyIb8HvAJtU9VDNzp0l72ca9PQ3loFum0o5t42AiA.jpg" style="font-style: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFi-sxtsBuzllni4WgPrCGeNxJlfIkxk_-9Ay2CXar3G6N_l_Lmbw_jqnq-jBjT265LMM9Bvz7eHx7FRmO7FmcQ9bNP_IVBUfoeJbdudTM2oYf3Fn70SmYTE0pUq_-cye8o013trFUq4rN/s320/QwAAANRlf6MMq5AAvIWIqEJyzTHW4osCn4gKr70LnW1WKaFdYhaDVZCPCpkAAU0fQZcNrz69CUnFi9PGhL4who3AERAlI-19NMuW8F53WkyIb8HvAJtU9VDNzp0l72ca9PQ3loFum0o5t42AiA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5770383462948847458" /></a><div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">"... ser forte quando tudo parece estar dando errado. Eu acredito que as meninas felizes são as meninas mais bonitas. Acredito que amanhã é outro dia, e eu acredito em milagres."</span></div><div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right; "><i>Audrey Hepburn</i></div>Fernanda Nascimentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502044760381178047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886317663830803031.post-31912543467593907852012-07-25T21:51:00.006-03:002012-07-25T22:06:45.802-03:00Chapeleiro Maluco<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8RYERJp9kHZ4FPctRsnJQOhby0V2H7OPPVYExhW4gwyeezWsox-GHmHlXNzxwYuitT9wAvmaQLhogPcp_RuLnk0tlRTmCMrGds8xG8ERnFKAVfuVbPR0205piWvG-1ydTmfKkcDK8H4wh/s1600/OwAAAPqyDL7oh0SW4OgoZCWCX_0qd8MBWkNN1ls0qa6FGwe66y42FIssLB6E_z2djRwkcg2Us6VrWhKTn8fEAU0O1SAAm1T1UDMC6Ycxl5VWyrK_IRRQ3Qrtc14n.jpg" style="font-style: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8RYERJp9kHZ4FPctRsnJQOhby0V2H7OPPVYExhW4gwyeezWsox-GHmHlXNzxwYuitT9wAvmaQLhogPcp_RuLnk0tlRTmCMrGds8xG8ERnFKAVfuVbPR0205piWvG-1ydTmfKkcDK8H4wh/s320/OwAAAPqyDL7oh0SW4OgoZCWCX_0qd8MBWkNN1ls0qa6FGwe66y42FIssLB6E_z2djRwkcg2Us6VrWhKTn8fEAU0O1SAAm1T1UDMC6Ycxl5VWyrK_IRRQ3Qrtc14n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5769276624100610866" /></a><div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; ">"Abra seus olhos. Olhe ao redor. Acorde. Já não é hora?</div><div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:100%;"><span style=" ;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div face="Georgia, serif" size="3" style="text-align: right;font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; "><i>Once Upon a Time. 1ª Temporada - Episódio 17</i></div>Fernanda Nascimentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502044760381178047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886317663830803031.post-86852914631005795592012-05-16T23:53:00.001-03:002012-05-16T23:53:20.102-03:00Assinem!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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...estrada, avião, passaporte, automóvel, dinheiro, posição social, roupa, asadelta, esconderijo, moto ou paixão que garanta a sua liberdade, só o <span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>conhecimento</i><i>!</i> </span>Fernanda Nascimentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502044760381178047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886317663830803031.post-52395331133461149622012-04-21T20:01:00.006-03:002012-04-21T20:25:55.529-03:00A/B<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh5NK5Bw9-E70WboeezBSXcdS3SEnATnzoOO-KgUnj8VQGaILro4brpzy6jGlZznake2TMCEXuY8vbDD7IVVY42Jg72C5GhTKhZK6areD5wvWFJQ7Lqpel7PmX6dz2oP5uD39AEpawG9a1/s1600/PQAAAFAT1F7qcwPjWVgaBBnLKd1_--LDKbskgKcVVGx7wNuTEadtYTzrPrILEbbwicXxJM2R0P-6Gk-nc8qDW4NT4_4Am1T1ULNXndpBIIsTLqz-8vUXrRV72oWX.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh5NK5Bw9-E70WboeezBSXcdS3SEnATnzoOO-KgUnj8VQGaILro4brpzy6jGlZznake2TMCEXuY8vbDD7IVVY42Jg72C5GhTKhZK6areD5wvWFJQ7Lqpel7PmX6dz2oP5uD39AEpawG9a1/s320/PQAAAFAT1F7qcwPjWVgaBBnLKd1_--LDKbskgKcVVGx7wNuTEadtYTzrPrILEbbwicXxJM2R0P-6Gk-nc8qDW4NT4_4Am1T1ULNXndpBIIsTLqz-8vUXrRV72oWX.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733997267010834338" /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><div><span>"</span><span style="text-align: left; ">A lembrança é tudo menos perfeita. </span><span>A lembrança tem indigestão. A lembrança tem soluços. A lembrança precisa de terapia; a lembrança precisa de remédios - doses cavalares, cara. Por que eu tenho lembranças agora."</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right; "><span><i>Confissões de Uma Banda - Alto, Rápido & Fora de Controle, 365</i></span></div></div>Fernanda Nascimentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502044760381178047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886317663830803031.post-56431500887433536822012-03-31T16:08:00.001-03:002012-03-31T16:13:41.800-03:00Tô apaixonada!<div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVri_3NxUoB3q4CfRMYsGr1LpCnXRWlXfUW0LdXwwowa1gHXNrmdJvPSdRqDDkR_Rw-2ZN6aH5dBKKdSWb5XSwEWm48zLul0LCkPX8JbUhsJDTYbHEbmZwR02PXKG6kqLUdhCyVGadiUl1/s1600/tumblr_lhusii4t1s1qhz9k1o1_500.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVri_3NxUoB3q4CfRMYsGr1LpCnXRWlXfUW0LdXwwowa1gHXNrmdJvPSdRqDDkR_Rw-2ZN6aH5dBKKdSWb5XSwEWm48zLul0LCkPX8JbUhsJDTYbHEbmZwR02PXKG6kqLUdhCyVGadiUl1/s320/tumblr_lhusii4t1s1qhz9k1o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726140814020312994" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span >Espero que isso saia com sabonete esfoliante.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Clarice Lispector</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> </span></i> </div>Fernanda Nascimentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502044760381178047noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886317663830803031.post-56500465653806502312012-03-17T15:45:00.004-03:002012-03-17T15:57:11.599-03:00A/B<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMsfTN8kWD0atiVfi3_1cTEG666myLeubP6c5-sk-Ct-KGYolHqsFl_3mXwi_k4MzyoAFDMNOo1zmTeceVAFiJAW3lrak3PCo7r01cbVpSMS2CPwX_KbtlZd9481KBNiWyrTuBHmooFVHT/s1600/PAAAAAQYYRTa8yfI9uka37o19n8itTj7CPylm-GB5TaTUL4s4edh-8vVc158AN5USJGivVwOfrStepeoaz-sbaejqdYAm1T1UAWKf8kQih8QbxO7bn9SWv9otbTU.jpg" style="font-style: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMsfTN8kWD0atiVfi3_1cTEG666myLeubP6c5-sk-Ct-KGYolHqsFl_3mXwi_k4MzyoAFDMNOo1zmTeceVAFiJAW3lrak3PCo7r01cbVpSMS2CPwX_KbtlZd9481KBNiWyrTuBHmooFVHT/s320/PAAAAAQYYRTa8yfI9uka37o19n8itTj7CPylm-GB5TaTUL4s4edh-8vVc158AN5USJGivVwOfrStepeoaz-sbaejqdYAm1T1UAWKf8kQih8QbxO7bn9SWv9otbTU.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720939171612213362" /></a><div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">"O sol disse "até logo" e a noite começou a cair quente e aconchegante." </span></div><div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 100%; "><i>Confissões de Uma Banda - Alto rápido & Fora de Controle, 43</i></span></div>Fernanda Nascimentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502044760381178047noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886317663830803031.post-22824801677075268692012-02-15T22:43:00.004-02:002012-02-15T22:50:05.160-02:00Tudo ficará bem.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZIPMqZFBwqp6EHqleokO8fxBo9Wa-PEKih4ZWYiAjnI0qTFtNGLU-1hKOmZliZiprAlm0ndJhZ1rAFaKPZ-oIfWhTiO6o7stOvVoUpDhgqyaals2U3DNph5PGfi4z4Rj4TZf44A5IHf1g/s1600/tumblr_lsg7ryhWnY1qb6x6uo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZIPMqZFBwqp6EHqleokO8fxBo9Wa-PEKih4ZWYiAjnI0qTFtNGLU-1hKOmZliZiprAlm0ndJhZ1rAFaKPZ-oIfWhTiO6o7stOvVoUpDhgqyaals2U3DNph5PGfi4z4Rj4TZf44A5IHf1g/s320/tumblr_lsg7ryhWnY1qb6x6uo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709528086358650882" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">"Algum dia. Londres era o lugar certo."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Sushi, 559</i></div>Fernanda Nascimentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502044760381178047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886317663830803031.post-88907015494733167352012-02-01T22:04:00.000-02:002012-02-01T22:09:51.031-02:00Shmuel<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrh_YsNbsX5Zj7F2yqgyHdq1n4FaCJnRElPhXaZ8IoOGcJTtwAtceuMX_OxafUfZcJ3Vcnjg_iFVQYTzSl8bzYLh87u9HL9i2t7SHq3dJ1a39e7IEnGWXLordJp6K589jiXTq8T7rBNTZB/s1600/tumblr_lf6qi4pFzL1qfinxgo1_400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrh_YsNbsX5Zj7F2yqgyHdq1n4FaCJnRElPhXaZ8IoOGcJTtwAtceuMX_OxafUfZcJ3Vcnjg_iFVQYTzSl8bzYLh87u9HL9i2t7SHq3dJ1a39e7IEnGWXLordJp6K589jiXTq8T7rBNTZB/s320/tumblr_lf6qi4pFzL1qfinxgo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704322812902841042" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">"Você é meu melhor amigo, Shmuel", disse ele. "Meu melhor amigo para a vida toda."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>O Menino do Pijama Listrado, 184</i></div>Fernanda Nascimentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502044760381178047noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886317663830803031.post-41611640362985305862012-02-01T21:55:00.000-02:002012-02-01T22:04:24.960-02:00O Menino do Pijama Listrado<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrEfTIlROYheof8lG1KWgdk7V8thD9c0gDq9X1MFS-KzI2o80DpoN3bw6CVuva1K8ao-3WeaX4Ao9UpxNwqDnnevuVrcYu3VlNYYYmMbe54rXJQzUl8s3ncbmd6f0iXhV6wOZs9yXFq00C/s1600/the-boy-in-the-striped-pyjamas-original.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrEfTIlROYheof8lG1KWgdk7V8thD9c0gDq9X1MFS-KzI2o80DpoN3bw6CVuva1K8ao-3WeaX4Ao9UpxNwqDnnevuVrcYu3VlNYYYmMbe54rXJQzUl8s3ncbmd6f0iXhV6wOZs9yXFq00C/s320/the-boy-in-the-striped-pyjamas-original.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704322179937905042" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">O ponto que virou uma mancha que virou um vulto que virou uma pessoa que virou um menino. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyuW9PB8Ppr7a-Y_VCjF2BTLTchJfboL2xL8HYk_j_6b313NmdRt9EhRP3ZW862EmWu6HfQjXuJd4iCKZl-Od2te-5H2rLWUuGg0niVBOXQwNGhVcwzaDrtdXO4XG0kpAdEoRKDmmgU2lS/s1600/the-boy-in-the-striped-pyjamas-original.jpg"><br /></a><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtOrwBTnLlet9coODdC26Uj8MrSdztnCJkBIW1kf1juX6_VAexDTfYux1Hj1qCpzDUgSCVlgYoqUsi6Is0rjMLWokgWzXOlnykFiITlgpXL9PugbCF3ZSg-A5y1KRK2cOCl02CtpsnD72g/s320/tumblr_lnu8wge5FW1qixy31o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704321331636031010" /><div style="text-align: right;"><i>O Menino do Pijama Listrado, 95</i></div>Fernanda Nascimentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502044760381178047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886317663830803031.post-62561954291916091602012-01-22T22:27:00.000-02:002012-01-22T22:38:23.571-02:00Mudanças feitas! É tempo de novas escaladas.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9FZjC7f4KbLUcmnhiZxIc8O8Eht5UmK1oYNNYGuGXGbs_asQ9cUFKwHCLEhV9b2_LUM7U1V7H7Eko0oKbkXmi65yHUZSWZnbHOuxFwKQ9RfQZXhsxX86RK5EGQXSYYX8ilrl5x5scrJwZ/s1600/PQAAAPQxHAA9jYPFZH81O592BcMWEkA4pmAJi3qsRu3acMp8kFJUvO3boTuapQzl0bC88Xp-bSERfQ3XnShEgqT3vxcAm1T1UHLgdJ4p1zChxjQCHO1mJqpJhWOf.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9FZjC7f4KbLUcmnhiZxIc8O8Eht5UmK1oYNNYGuGXGbs_asQ9cUFKwHCLEhV9b2_LUM7U1V7H7Eko0oKbkXmi65yHUZSWZnbHOuxFwKQ9RfQZXhsxX86RK5EGQXSYYX8ilrl5x5scrJwZ/s320/PQAAAPQxHAA9jYPFZH81O592BcMWEkA4pmAJi3qsRu3acMp8kFJUvO3boTuapQzl0bC88Xp-bSERfQ3XnShEgqT3vxcAm1T1UHLgdJ4p1zChxjQCHO1mJqpJhWOf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700617906111814082" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Como eu tinha avisado no post anterior, fiz mudanças radicais aqui no blog que levou alguns dias, mas que agora está tudo pronto. Queria já agradecer pelo carinho das meninas que comentaram no post anterior. Valeu meninas =] </div>Fernanda Nascimentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502044760381178047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886317663830803031.post-28118087829422792992012-01-16T22:05:00.000-02:002012-01-16T22:33:35.576-02:00Pensando em Mudanças<div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPU1aAL6fJkC2zYxeiZ2wG025PDYvor7D0YI5FmZS50H9dOTH9ZnKrT8uDBsXX0DTXRFXLszdPOYy6EAhuqzA_GbLHF09F6_l_3ATjuidERf6dA0aseE7qbWMUv3xuz8co2wwtZUbA92sO/s1600/18.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPU1aAL6fJkC2zYxeiZ2wG025PDYvor7D0YI5FmZS50H9dOTH9ZnKrT8uDBsXX0DTXRFXLszdPOYy6EAhuqzA_GbLHF09F6_l_3ATjuidERf6dA0aseE7qbWMUv3xuz8co2wwtZUbA92sO/s320/18.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698385916760273282" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Bom, antes de mais nada gostaria de agradecer as pessoas que lêem meu blog. Se tem mesmo alguém que lê isso aqui. Uma coisa que eu acho meio difícil hm. Mas enfim, muito obrigada mesmo (: </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Então, nesses últimos meses andei pesquisando algum templante legal pro blog, porque esse vamos combinar, já tá cansativo. Decidi então que tava na hora de fazer aquela mudança geral no blog, afinal é ano novo & mudança é sempre muito bem vinda, mesmo que seja pequena já dá aquele UP ótimo na vida :D. Mas como eu sou a pessoa mais indecisa que há nesse mundo (e exagerada também HAUEHAUH) levei um tempão até achar um que fosse realmente do meu agrado. Mas, como nada na vida é fácil e como eu não sou assim tão inteligente pra essa coisa de edição, vou levar um tempinho pro blog ficar pronto & do jeito que eu quero *-* Então se acaso você chegar aqui e tiver uma bagunça daquelas, não se assuste ou nem pense que deixei a desejar. Me sinto uma boba aqui falando isso, afinal nem sei se tem alguém que curti o It's The Climb =/</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ok, falei bem mais do que era esperado por mim. Perai, será que era só isso mesmo? É acho que sim (y). </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Até mais =]</i></div>Fernanda Nascimentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502044760381178047noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886317663830803031.post-55631636386357420312012-01-15T16:36:00.000-02:002012-01-15T16:40:02.164-02:00Damen<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiOIA-1mcTvLaUEIjkKM2jl9CO_IDzPi_6NZY82U9CovzHY2mF_LYiBxSAh2o_-S8D_-x1LzqslGwSsnoYI4WeoTUQRL3mqGeI7pMmFtHX_3-b7XWGu05Dzr3CnwEGXlepRmxer7L1TrsE/s1600/tumblr_l7z35lonDZ1qb3qnyo1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiOIA-1mcTvLaUEIjkKM2jl9CO_IDzPi_6NZY82U9CovzHY2mF_LYiBxSAh2o_-S8D_-x1LzqslGwSsnoYI4WeoTUQRL3mqGeI7pMmFtHX_3-b7XWGu05Dzr3CnwEGXlepRmxer7L1TrsE/s320/tumblr_l7z35lonDZ1qb3qnyo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697929809649105026" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">"Porque a vida, Ever, não é uma prova com consulta a vida passadas."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Série Os Imortais: Para Sempre, 218</i></div>Fernanda Nascimentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502044760381178047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886317663830803031.post-61616350914029747882012-01-10T19:41:00.000-02:002012-01-10T20:48:25.291-02:00Namore uma garota que lê<div style="text-align: center;">Durante uma olhadinha em um dos blogs que eu sigo, eu achei esse texto que durante a leitura dele, eu em alguns momentos me identifiquei muito. Espero que vocês lendo, sintam o mesmo. (:</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2fXff2NxDPTq3xFxPa2AnHtkNT9CP_H4pXsN1ZK7vAgRkzCp8KbBm1_iys1A5R8vVsKfhwbOrPfI2c1ovodUqKyHdg-WgsouzQxCWXzfe1RWqPZ40fSN5onbyeDTRQjkLgNf63GrYOSrC/s1600/PQAAAKJ6pOk8qsAli3HyT5EQ8Ta-lRo3nysq--oE7EyJE7WnN2BmZ4xE3FP-l3mEaUhteHpbMivV6bZfVHl2PwK7deoAm1T1UD2mimuwhwcTp1LY4Su_Zhb-RLLh.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtS2HlQ_I76AsyQSEiRYBPZQkDaYG2pASlvMHf0K4jsP-BNGUFLuk4iv8iYh04PWSSyzN8H8m9cZ3iOgXdFAO3RzIv98x2iyEktbW7RFKiD6gX5DkIsTbDDvje1swGSHfG7wacXMlutbYN/s320/tumblr_lexz1d0buv1qciek8o1_500_large1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696122548217664354" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline !important; float: none; ">Namore uma garota que gasta seu dinheiro em livros, em vez de roupas. Ela também tem problemas com o espaço do armário, mas é só porque tem livros demais. <span>Namore uma garota que tem uma lista de livros que quer ler e que</span><span style="font-style: italic; "> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">possui seu cartão de biblioteca desde os doze anos.</span></span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2fXff2NxDPTq3xFxPa2AnHtkNT9CP_H4pXsN1ZK7vAgRkzCp8KbBm1_iys1A5R8vVsKfhwbOrPfI2c1ovodUqKyHdg-WgsouzQxCWXzfe1RWqPZ40fSN5onbyeDTRQjkLgNf63GrYOSrC/s1600/PQAAAKJ6pOk8qsAli3HyT5EQ8Ta-lRo3nysq--oE7EyJE7WnN2BmZ4xE3FP-l3mEaUhteHpbMivV6bZfVHl2PwK7deoAm1T1UD2mimuwhwcTp1LY4Su_Zhb-RLLh.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2fXff2NxDPTq3xFxPa2AnHtkNT9CP_H4pXsN1ZK7vAgRkzCp8KbBm1_iys1A5R8vVsKfhwbOrPfI2c1ovodUqKyHdg-WgsouzQxCWXzfe1RWqPZ40fSN5onbyeDTRQjkLgNf63GrYOSrC/s320/PQAAAKJ6pOk8qsAli3HyT5EQ8Ta-lRo3nysq--oE7EyJE7WnN2BmZ4xE3FP-l3mEaUhteHpbMivV6bZfVHl2PwK7deoAm1T1UD2mimuwhwcTp1LY4Su_Zhb-RLLh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696129700751250418" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none;">Encontre uma garota que lê.<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Você sabe que ela lê porque ela sempre vai ter um livro não lido na bolsa. </span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;">Ela é aquela que olha amorosamente para as prateleiras da livraria, a única que surta (ainda que em silêncio) quando encontra o livro que quer.</span> Você está vendo uma garota estranha cheirar as páginas de um livro antigo em um sebo? Essa é a leitora. Nunca resiste a cheirar as páginas, especialmente quando ficaram amarelas.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2fXff2NxDPTq3xFxPa2AnHtkNT9CP_H4pXsN1ZK7vAgRkzCp8KbBm1_iys1A5R8vVsKfhwbOrPfI2c1ovodUqKyHdg-WgsouzQxCWXzfe1RWqPZ40fSN5onbyeDTRQjkLgNf63GrYOSrC/s1600/PQAAAKJ6pOk8qsAli3HyT5EQ8Ta-lRo3nysq--oE7EyJE7WnN2BmZ4xE3FP-l3mEaUhteHpbMivV6bZfVHl2PwK7deoAm1T1UD2mimuwhwcTp1LY4Su_Zhb-RLLh.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1P2_MgwhPIhiy8aKoQzeFeKLhmkG1plOaFAJ_4Pok0b-iVvu3oVp4RJ4f2Y_sv9PjaS045MWFlcnmmkyEUU3hgopDgBG_zShkOH9NNBKIS6EHuj0xmSTIAFI74tcJHiNbe02_0lMamfkK/s320/PQAAAEGFM3cGITV3Z2nU9_D7KhsRo7TokBkKqmCOZc5YT56ahuFtm1JZQ9nR7y5ROlFBH3rkxHcCuhQRILob-GOWDQAAm1T1UKWU50SWewZtvqAYCskLRUjRn_SB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696129993690840194" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none;">Ela é a garota que lê enquanto espera em um Café na rua. Se você espiar sua xícara, verá que a espuma do leite ainda flutua por sobre a bebida, porque ela está absorta. <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Perdida em um mundo criado pelo autor.</span> Sente-se. Se quiser ela pode vê-lo de relance, porque a maior parte das garotas que leem não gostam de ser interrompidas. Pergunte se ela está gostando do livro.</span><br /></div><div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtS2HlQ_I76AsyQSEiRYBPZQkDaYG2pASlvMHf0K4jsP-BNGUFLuk4iv8iYh04PWSSyzN8H8m9cZ3iOgXdFAO3RzIv98x2iyEktbW7RFKiD6gX5DkIsTbDDvje1swGSHfG7wacXMlutbYN/s1600/tumblr_lexz1d0buv1qciek8o1_500_large1.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1C2IaVBsW7fqU83m-iGXni1spotQfH_fT-1LWnm9vC3USlvTAOoR1W5QE6I6R3TEfagLXAucDFENwtEOR-xmCZ6RVSkSrW-OKpi7yRoqqliT_ydKzl009P0Zc_QAhQBbLOx_zZKNB98xm/s320/PQAAAHCWFEBmAwdlkiS1RQFaXuPsC9YHnJUzYF7phO1kjpwE37qBQPfMfj8SZoUA_mSpzL2adqvhpQ7iHIY33wFKGQ0Am1T1UFIv6UAXJYN-hj58lwfviHJhR4Db.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696129268457352850" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none;">Compre para ela outra xícara de café.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none;">Diga o que realmente pensa sobre o Murakami. Descubra se ela foi além do primeiro capítulo da </span><em style="padding: 0px; margin: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Irmandade</em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none;">. Entenda que, se ela diz que compreendeu o </span><em style="padding: 0px; margin: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Ulisses</em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none;"> de James Joyce, é só para parecer inteligente. <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">Pergunte se ela gostaria ou gostaria de ser a Alice.</span><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtS2HlQ_I76AsyQSEiRYBPZQkDaYG2pASlvMHf0K4jsP-BNGUFLuk4iv8iYh04PWSSyzN8H8m9cZ3iOgXdFAO3RzIv98x2iyEktbW7RFKiD6gX5DkIsTbDDvje1swGSHfG7wacXMlutbYN/s1600/tumblr_lexz1d0buv1qciek8o1_500_large1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjurCaJrXpK-Noz_pCHZtSdQejFKwIn0LUOrHYYzKHHh6c_wi1esWNSwafH3bJNadFJx9-UJHdUhjTnm0lsximXFSRRDok6SrWCjfHCQi2ImGr5_vYXNJUhroNJLgJjAC8zn3xtjmyES226/s320/PAAAAK2CJH2r-NrZ8aqqY3wBwJvDsZjKMPljIfxpMa9Jr4qeWpJmC-4SwYk8z-qQkGT8x_W29pGHlMpIhv0JNJ48pPgAm1T1UP9Llsn0xJpXUEICT8hMWx2EiR2B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696128449416459650" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none;">É fácil namorar uma garota que lê. <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Ofereça livros no aniversário dela, no Natal e em comemorações de namoro.</span> Ofereça o dom das palavras na poesia, na música. Ofereça Neruda, Sexton Pound, cummings. Deixe que ela saiba que você entende que as palavras são amor. Entenda que ela sabe a diferença entre os livros e a realidade mas, juro por Deus, ela vai tentar fazer com que a vida se pareça um pouco como seu livro favorito. E se ela conseguir não será por sua causa.</span><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtS2HlQ_I76AsyQSEiRYBPZQkDaYG2pASlvMHf0K4jsP-BNGUFLuk4iv8iYh04PWSSyzN8H8m9cZ3iOgXdFAO3RzIv98x2iyEktbW7RFKiD6gX5DkIsTbDDvje1swGSHfG7wacXMlutbYN/s1600/tumblr_lexz1d0buv1qciek8o1_500_large1.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIV38QRSmrbxHLaeL6dYU3Puy-lj7dB2xKii4Gbg1Qzkvjv10TTfm1wxiFryb1bMy_6iLO2dPupD_urXeM7xX7aTLEXrp5_sX7fsJ22GxZBgb9ERqEdGpJlTnppb7QwmxXLcWwOadOdpLg/s320/PQAAADPNlRcsdOkZeU2huhZArFVBtneNPi-wO-IS2XtoFgKKf6PUk6IyBlGJH2Iy3t77-YCc2GHqoJMWDkuZyG0SKM0Am1T1UJbc6j_DqVeqPC6sY9eClmhvlPjy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696126516803029554" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline !important; float: none; "><i>É que ela tem que arriscar, de alguma forma.</i></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Minta. Se ela compreender sintaxe, vai perceber a sua necessidade de mentir. Por trás das palavras existem outras coisas: motivação, valor, nuance, diálogo. E isto nunca será o fim do mundo.</span><br /><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtS2HlQ_I76AsyQSEiRYBPZQkDaYG2pASlvMHf0K4jsP-BNGUFLuk4iv8iYh04PWSSyzN8H8m9cZ3iOgXdFAO3RzIv98x2iyEktbW7RFKiD6gX5DkIsTbDDvje1swGSHfG7wacXMlutbYN/s1600/tumblr_lexz1d0buv1qciek8o1_500_large1.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaMmTXqMYCqd3VHtCGoj9WqJzw8ScgghG12Qp3BZOe76gwcal5apM3shADQEZKerpEfHABVCtpdrk-aEJAISFAkm1CDxuGCPuDPouqkMmUzLZyQjZqFr4ZXUT6_OsspOkb8yZeVqEg0EeR/s320/PQAAALHrX2MOsq52OgA_ylsi-fmWdTi_BaMQpOcumXT-4WwpdhMroJsev6uUrlobsjwIdSBX3Y8Ij30p4xAn_UAQQqAAm1T1UPieb6Oat2oEb9Yb35kqv6CVbH2E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696128082645297058" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none;">Trate de desiludi-la. <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Porque uma garota que lê sabe que o fracasso leva sempre ao clímax. </span>Essas garotas sabem que todas as coisas chegam ao fim. E que sempre se pode escrever uma continuação. E que você pode começar outra vez e de novo, e continuar a ser o herói. E que na vida é preciso haver um vilão ou dois.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtS2HlQ_I76AsyQSEiRYBPZQkDaYG2pASlvMHf0K4jsP-BNGUFLuk4iv8iYh04PWSSyzN8H8m9cZ3iOgXdFAO3RzIv98x2iyEktbW7RFKiD6gX5DkIsTbDDvje1swGSHfG7wacXMlutbYN/s1600/tumblr_lexz1d0buv1qciek8o1_500_large1.jpg" style="text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqj2eAd_RIARCcXoNT22aKrODYWDpDHT97i7n_1dbZP98hd_xSCzBOuHoAwYs2WaQTgyRbIgI1QOhc72pM4JUWFmxpeIw9BwK9GJl-FAdgLzqlQmka-U4UjLWPz4_ZD-mfyn3SCVr8ogTk/s320/tumblr_lptqkkqc3u1qmi8omo1_5002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696124579647798802" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" border="0" /></a><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline !important; float: none; ">Por que ter medo de tudo o que você não é? <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); "><i>As garotas que leem sabem que as pessoas, tal como as personagens, evoluem.</i></span> Exceto as da série </span><em style="padding: 0px; margin: 0px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Crepúsculo</em><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none;">.</span></div></div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtS2HlQ_I76AsyQSEiRYBPZQkDaYG2pASlvMHf0K4jsP-BNGUFLuk4iv8iYh04PWSSyzN8H8m9cZ3iOgXdFAO3RzIv98x2iyEktbW7RFKiD6gX5DkIsTbDDvje1swGSHfG7wacXMlutbYN/s1600/tumblr_lexz1d0buv1qciek8o1_500_large1.jpg" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtS2HlQ_I76AsyQSEiRYBPZQkDaYG2pASlvMHf0K4jsP-BNGUFLuk4iv8iYh04PWSSyzN8H8m9cZ3iOgXdFAO3RzIv98x2iyEktbW7RFKiD6gX5DkIsTbDDvje1swGSHfG7wacXMlutbYN/s1600/tumblr_lexz1d0buv1qciek8o1_500_large1.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuJhfgnxsqtRju33Xc1fSt94nR9wAx9_V6eQDFMEgpg0NAr_1Cjw-bB2OIQcDk2gV6tat3oCeAgS6moxZJ6yVhdKRXA_JGynXwFdNckbDPam0TRfE7U-jvWHWguOR6U9E_Ha97lX3EY6GO/s320/PAAAAJnKi7JLo3wsrq1ppyM1kpJroEZLv6GTK2lmo-BS7kgealjr75Vwqmw1Ku5LsroTsiaGWUy2mmn-0SSSrkbzzDoAm1T1UKGwcEP4DNvvTzqoWLUSnNgNu5UE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696125262261215058" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 200px;" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Se você encontrar uma garota que leia, é melhor mantê-la por perto.<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> Quando encontrá-la acordada às duas da manhã, chorando e apertando um livro contra o peito, prepare uma xícara de chá e abrace-a.</span> Você pode perdê-la por um par de horas, mas ela sempre vai voltar para você. E falará como se as personagens do livro fossem reais – até porque, durante algum tempo, são mesmo.</span><br /><br /></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtS2HlQ_I76AsyQSEiRYBPZQkDaYG2pASlvMHf0K4jsP-BNGUFLuk4iv8iYh04PWSSyzN8H8m9cZ3iOgXdFAO3RzIv98x2iyEktbW7RFKiD6gX5DkIsTbDDvje1swGSHfG7wacXMlutbYN/s1600/tumblr_lexz1d0buv1qciek8o1_500_large1.jpg" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilR_hnjpdTXTr0WBgaleeRxVSE90DotYEtmUopfGwC3fbtmA1p2VHEz2LGS0O48gERXnsuCM9jY2xobC6kb5BqlX_-hJ_1htJq18AAsfuX9ghblm2p8KULvet-hWfT-zN2hU9gA_Q38KeZ/s320/PQAAAKU9cHEjCazu3nAWaaKWhC_zaYpUdqRz03JFFWeh5SitIR1htOewZ4Ah5MtE9HQyoOwMiP4_9FfNsET1ETdFdQkAm1T1UEPIEICViuKGRZvY7EjeLz-lB_ck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696125724609429122" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none;">Você tem de se declarar a ela em um balão de ar quente. <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Ou durante um show de rock.</span> Ou, casualmente, na próxima vez que ela estiver doente. Ou pelo Skype</span>.<br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtS2HlQ_I76AsyQSEiRYBPZQkDaYG2pASlvMHf0K4jsP-BNGUFLuk4iv8iYh04PWSSyzN8H8m9cZ3iOgXdFAO3RzIv98x2iyEktbW7RFKiD6gX5DkIsTbDDvje1swGSHfG7wacXMlutbYN/s1600/tumblr_lexz1d0buv1qciek8o1_500_large1.jpg" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtS2HlQ_I76AsyQSEiRYBPZQkDaYG2pASlvMHf0K4jsP-BNGUFLuk4iv8iYh04PWSSyzN8H8m9cZ3iOgXdFAO3RzIv98x2iyEktbW7RFKiD6gX5DkIsTbDDvje1swGSHfG7wacXMlutbYN/s1600/tumblr_lexz1d0buv1qciek8o1_500_large1.jpg" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzbO4-qISaEcS-Q_Ye1KehLiG3_kwxFpJ-jJUM47KdYQnpARig5sKCInbDOvtDn_iRxq02F5IBGMyyBbzBj6gvo4hUNwdBWLFMaR8aOf8itz79Rym1gXg_ajQO1IsDuc5tCEugoR9C7hgI/s320/OwAAAOguvFJWeqf3Q4lcx6EaeRLnfdOAvnpKD7OdXBPla2X369isbac0TmY0rWm_6J-UFonslW6No97ssPdM72cltlkAm1T1UKXuooKIMDtLG4AdgEBnRoz2tKh7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696126357492046866" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none;">Você vai sorrir tanto que acabará por se perguntar por que é que o seu coração ainda não explodiu e espalhou sangue por todo o peito. <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Vocês escreverão a história das suas vidas, terão crianças com nomes estranhos e gostos mais estranhos ainda</span>. Ela vai apresentar os seus filhos ao Gato do Chapéu [Cat in the Hat] e a Aslam, talvez no mesmo dia. Vão atravessar juntos os invernos de suas velhices, e ela recitará Keats, num sussurro, enquanto você sacode a neve das botas.</span><br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtS2HlQ_I76AsyQSEiRYBPZQkDaYG2pASlvMHf0K4jsP-BNGUFLuk4iv8iYh04PWSSyzN8H8m9cZ3iOgXdFAO3RzIv98x2iyEktbW7RFKiD6gX5DkIsTbDDvje1swGSHfG7wacXMlutbYN/s1600/tumblr_lexz1d0buv1qciek8o1_500_large1.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggClRZpJCGhSdZBQ4OAofttnwQcDzYw9b8yDaQuaQDJgcW_wxWATiiIrM_XnVQRNn5KS2Jkw_IFrf3ZUOA1XMol-sVrTBL5cxnT5cnCm-ER0DnUuDE0ijrWO92QPGIPcLxBAawe5j3ILwJ/s320/PQAAAHsU6RUSbOGFvLyoQSwRvzNwim0bKY1O68FC1_HTl52JbIyHNJPig8m4fp2nNjMu2YBtufPDs7AkMx4qFwh9n28Am1T1UAoqvlo2jfYiDfgaZoMEmhMlkSPA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696130114977165090" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" border="0" /></a></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none;">Namore uma garota que lê porque você merece. Merece uma garota que pode te dar a vida mais colorida que você puder imaginar. Se você só puder oferecer-lhe monotonia, horas requentadas e propostas meia-boca, então estará melhor sozinho. <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Mas se quiser o mundo, e outros mundos além, namore uma garota que lê. </span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none;">Ou, melhor ainda, namore uma garota que escreve.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><em style="padding: 0px; margin: 0px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 21px; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Texto original: Date a girl who reads – Rosemary Urquico</em><br /></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color:#0000ee;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Verdana,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><b><br /></b></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Fernanda Nascimentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502044760381178047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886317663830803031.post-36727257934907636462012-01-08T11:42:00.000-02:002012-01-08T11:45:18.492-02:00Rory Kennedy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjOgRFti1rSAAk_jMPpX8omqCAL3AfPMdO_-H94Mdif-CddjC593BkuQmW8PARhBuA_tpI00Y-P45xDxQNwQC8Q6xGiboleRFs1b7UKA6UIr2hSW12a2H_5OJlb4wenqWC2njCyalPjSP3/s1600/Untitled-47.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjOgRFti1rSAAk_jMPpX8omqCAL3AfPMdO_-H94Mdif-CddjC593BkuQmW8PARhBuA_tpI00Y-P45xDxQNwQC8Q6xGiboleRFs1b7UKA6UIr2hSW12a2H_5OJlb4wenqWC2njCyalPjSP3/s320/Untitled-47.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695256271826665970" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">"Estamos a um suspiro de não estar mais aqui."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Mulheres Corajosas Sempre Vencem, 117</i></div>Fernanda Nascimentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502044760381178047noreply@blogger.com1